Figs, faith, and songs

One of my dad’s favorite snacks are Fig Newtons. I never understood his love of them; I prefer the Newtons that are filled with apples or some other fruit. I never did “get” the taste of figs. Then again, I didn’t grow up in the Middle East. Jesus apparently liked figs, just like my dad. There is one story about a fig tree that has always fascinated me because I never quite understood it. I know there’s a point to it somewhere, but so far it’s one of those elusive – maybe – God – will – tell – me … Continue reading Figs, faith, and songs

Those Ashes Aren’t You

Wagging tail, doggy smiles. From the time you were a puppy, I couldn’t believe you were mine. Sharing my good books… Snarfing up my crumbs… What a joy it was to watch you shine. From a tiny little squeak To a big boy woof – No one more surprised than you At the big dog ruff Behind your song. A flat out run your only speed Around and around you’d Circle the back yard tree, Following a ball. Together we danced a goofy shuffle While I tried to dodge Your sloppy wet snuffles — But somehow you always got In … Continue reading Those Ashes Aren’t You

A Question of Semantics

It seems that I am not the only one who is fascinated with words. Something that has puzzled me for a long time is this passage from Mark, chapter 10: As Jesus was starting out on his way to Jerusalem, a man came running up to him, knelt down, and asked, “Good Teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life?” “Why do you call me good?” Jesus asked. “Only God is truly good.” Say what? Jesus himself is part of God. My daughter has a book that tries to explain the mystery of the “3-in-one” Father-Son-Holy Spirit concept that … Continue reading A Question of Semantics

Wrestling

There is a distinct connection between the heart and the body. No, not the mechanical connection between the muscle that pumps life giving blood to the rest of the body, although that is a definite. Our bodies house our souls while we are on earth. And when something goes awry with the soul, the body follows. At this moment I do not have a cold. But my body feels sick. I am not physically sick — just got a clean bill of health in my annual physical yesterday — yet I have that “about to get a cold” achy feeling … Continue reading Wrestling

I’m wearing black today…

As sweet as my Dalmatian was, no one told me before we got  him that Dals shed.  A lot.  I’m sure we’ll be finding hair in obscure places two years from now.  I haven’t emptied his water bowl yet because he drank from it on Saturday before we said goodbye, and there are little Shiner hairs floating on the surface.  Soon I’ll take care of it.  But not today. My husband and my daughter are doing really well.  Both of them are dwelling on the fact that he’s no longer suffering.  I guess I am the one who is walking … Continue reading I’m wearing black today…